On the Rails.

It's the reason why I have those tattoos on my arms. They're holy words. They're a muttered prayer.

God and I have an understanding. He doesn't try to follow me into town, and I don't try to take his food bowl away until he's done.

If you're still not grokking that, it's okay. I do that to people. The point of the matter is God's plans don't include us; no matter how hard we dance, the universe is always going to spin at the same speed.

Sometimes, sometimes if you listen carefully though, the world is trying to tell you something. I've been so busy being frustrated and surrounded by such a goddamned horrible noise, I wasn't hearing the signal.

Then I turned down the dial, stepped back, and listened. Really truly listened. Not only did I start to catch the signal, but it started getting louder.

So yeah, I'm listening. I'm also looking. The signal's getting so loud now that it's not only ringing in my ears when I fall asleep, it's chasing me into my dreams.

Look at my past few entries. I mean REALLY look at it. You see that? You see it? It's right there.

Today was the loudest it's been. It's fallen in my lap.

I thought I felt the vibration of something around the corner. Now it's a diesel train coming down on me.

...and I'm perfectly okay to catch a ride with it.